76

The temporary sanity is running out.
You held on to it
clutched it towards your chest
and tried desperately not to let it go.

What we hold on to dearly
eventually sift through our fingers
like the white of an egg.

Wild eyes
seeing the calmness drip to the ground.
The tempest awaits

75

One foot in front of the other.
Slowly advancing.

Arms stretched out to the sides.
Waving graciously.
One holding a little umbrella.

She takes a bow when she´s in the middle.
Applause.
Everybody´s in awe of the pretty ballerina.
Walking the rope
one foot at a time.

74

Lost inside the carousel.
Dizzy and desperate
to get off this
instrument of my destruction.

Mirrors reflecting
what I do not want to see.
Showing me sides of myself
I had forgotten.

Carousel spinning out of control.
Loosing grip from the ground.
The monster in me that was caged
longs for the unevitable crash.
The means to an end.

73

Warm asphalt streets burns my feet.
Little miniature pebbles stick to my skin.
The sun reflects from every surface
making my skin produce little beads of sweat.

No wind today.
Just sun.
And Icecream.

72

The streets are covered
with the remnants of our ancestors.
Broken and shattered things,
ancient and mysterious,
that our minds can not grip.

What is it they left us?
The dawning world after the rise from the nethers.
We saw it filled with new inhabitants.
Wild ones,
roaming the ruins that they claim for their own.

Streets now covered with the blood
of us and them.
Inevitable fighting of territory.
Their old world
were ours first.
And we will make it a new home.

71

From where the clouds reside
the world,
fields, rivers and cities
great and small alike,
pass by so fast.

The speed of wind.
The air pressed back by mighty wings.

From up where winds caress each other
the horizon is curved
and the earth is seen from a distance
like a map you never have use of.

70

Loud shouting from the docks
I can hear more than that from my window.
The creaking of ropes
and the complaining straining wood.

Seagulls screaming out their anger
above the waves
that are crushed against the breakers.

Flags and sails snapping at the wind.
Barrels are rolled up and down the boards
coming from or going to distand lands
that I hear smells of spice and smoke.

All that I hear.
Nothing I see
I shall never see the sea.

69

She was caught unaware.
His hands were so cold
and he told her he had the hots for her.

He took her hand
after he proclaimed his affection
and she shivered in delight.
This was going great.
Wasit love he saw in her eyes?

68

Carefully applying the red.
One dot at the time.

The brush being used
is the smallest you could find.
A point no larger than a needles tip.

One dot after the other
creating a pattern
not to be seen.
One red dot after another
on a canvas not to be explained.

The focus of the muse is vibrant
the slightes tremble causes a flood of sweat
dripping from the forehead
through the eyebrows.
While the artist paints
one red dot after the other.
Not knowing what awaits his eyes.

67

Slowly the hand approaches,
fingers relentlesly aiming for the button.

So bright and red
the button is.

The hand has reached its goal.
The button.
The owner of the hand knows what it must do.
The hand acting as the extention
of the owners mind,
presses with the indexfinger
with just the right amount of pressure needed.
And the button is pressed.
It has fulfilled its purpose.
And everything ends.

66

There are silver specks of sand
in the corner of your eyes.
There are golden drops of saliva
glistening on your lower lip.
Diamonds reflect with perfection
in the iris of your eye.

Your face painted with the most soothing
nuances of red and blue
and purple and pink.
Your nails carefully made shiny like
they were covered in mother of pearl

You want to look precious
costly and high maintenance.

You look cheap.

65

You are famous
Big in japan as they say
Answer their questions
Smile like a madman
Live up to their expectations
Dare to live the dream

64

I see it in my eyes
as I look at myself
in a mirror.

It is clear.
I am ready.
Even thoug there is so many things
that speaks against it.

My heart says "Go"
There is a warm sensation
when I throw caution aside
and accept
that I already made up my heart
and my mind just have to tag along.

63

Crawling up my back.
Smiling under my skin.
Needlesharp claws
turning my muscles into twisted nests.

Agony comfortably resting in the curve of my back
lying there waiting to be disturbed.

Flossing with my nerves
stretching out the tissue like an illfitting sweater
and biting in my spine
hungry for the marrow within.

I can only imagine.

62

We woke up
from the disaster
that our friends laid before us

We found out
that the future was decided
by the choises we made
and not by the decisions
that people
dressed in green
made by the influence
of the circumciced illwilled
wildeyed clowns whatever...

I love waking up.
And the truth is her.
And the meaning of it all,
the substance of reality,
and i´m sickening you
is her.

61

In your eyes a fairytale.
In your smile salvation.
A tender caress
and soft fingertips across my brow.
A whisper and a kiss.
Soft and quick that leaves a thought of never happened.

In your hair the morning light.
In your movement fun and games.
Laughter is poetry from your lips.
Tears the end of the world.

The warmness of you
like a furnace warming my heart.

Coming home was never before coming home.
Until you.

60

Everything paused.
It hung there
in the air.
Still.

The distant vague sound of people below
stilled,
as the step they were about to take had to wait.

it lasted only for a second
if seconds had existed then.

Everything paused.
Everything waiten in aticipation.
The world held its breath.

The moment expanded and shrunk,
like it lived.
And as sudden as everything stopped,
it began again.
When she said yes.

59

It is a million city.
Streets, boulevards and alleys everywhere.
Houses so tall you can´t see the end of them.
A neverending stream of people,
goals, destinys and duties.

I walk among them.
trying to find my own path of these millions to choose from.
Which one takes me home?

58

The air knows it.
There´s a stillness of anticipation.
There are leaves from last autumn hanging still
in the spring breeze,
waiting for their final moment
as another moment is waiting for its time to shine.

The moment is soon here.
When she reaches out her hand
and the universe draws its breath.
A sudden lowering of the oxygen,
making us all a little dizzy.
And the autumn leaf stirred again.

Spring has come
with mall green buds of life and hope.
The butterflies stomp in their startingpits,
waiting for that summer day.

I can´t wait that long.

57

Can you feel it?
The platonic hatred.
The sense of dislike and the want to disturb his circles.

To annoy him,
irritate and anger and bluff,
your vocation.